MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 426 Yueniang is Yin Le

Qin Yao was very glad that she had the foresight to bring a torch from home.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the low slopes surrounded by grass and trees were one after another. At a glance, a black shadow stretched to the horizon, and I didn't know when it would end.

 Setting out from Jiaya Village, Qin Yao has been walking for more than an hour and has not found any village yet.

Just when Qin Yao was wondering if she had gone the wrong way, a faint light appeared in the darkness, and the sound of a dog barking was heard.

 Having half-slid and half-ran running down the slope, Qin Yao finally saw a small village hidden in the mountain col.

 At the entrance to the village, there is a simple small earth temple built with tiles. Next to the temple is a wooden tablet with the words "Xinghua Village" written in jerky and childish handwriting.

Qin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding Xinghua Village.

Go to bed very early in the countryside. It was only about nine o'clock in the evening today, and the villagers of Xinghua Village had already fallen asleep.

 The dogs in the village discovered the whereabouts of the stranger and kept barking.

Qin Yao ignored the noisy dog ​​and strode towards the only bright place in Xinghua Village.

It turned out that the owner was grinding soybeans to make tofu in a simple thatched shed with a torch.

The rich aroma of beans drifted into the tip of her nose, and Qin Yao's stomach grumbled, feeling hungry.

"who!"

A warning call came from the hayloft.

Seeing the blurry figure standing in the darkness, the bean grinding lady was so frightened that she quickly retreated into the house and woke up the men in the house.

"Master, I seem to have seen a ghost. Wake up quickly. You're scared to death."

Hearing the words coming from the room, Qin Yao couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly said: "I'm here to see relatives passing by. I'm a human, not a ghost!"

The room was quiet for a moment, and a middle-aged couple poked their heads out. Qin Yao relit the torch that had just been blown out by the wind. The firelight illuminated her face, and she was smiling, looking very sincere.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief and asked who she was looking for.

“I’m here to see my cousin. Her name is Yueniang. Do you know, brother and sister-in-law?” Qin Yao asked politely.

Because she was a woman, the couple easily relaxed their vigilance and looked at each other in surprise. The hostess asked in surprise:

“Yue Niang said that all her family members are dead, so why is there still a cousin?”

The woman spoke in a local dialect. Qin Yao struggled to hear it, but she still understood the word Yueniang. She deliberately showed a look of surprise and asked excitedly:

“It seems you know my cousin, I finally found her!”

The other party may not understand everything she said, but seeing Qin Yao's ecstatic expression, the man decided to take her to Yue Niang's house and let them solve it themselves.

It was getting so late, and they could not bear to leave a poor and lonely woman outside the house, but they did not dare to bring this trouble back to their home.

Qin Yao said words of thanks along the way, and expressed her happy expectation of seeing her relatives soon. With her stomach rumbling from time to time, by the time she reached the door of Yueniang's house, the man was completely off guard.

 While knocking on the door, he shouted: "Ah Yue! Your cousin is here to find you! Open the door quickly!"

After knocking on the door for a long time, there wasn’t even a fenced yard in this house. There was only a hut with a bare earthen wall, and the door opened with a creak.

The firelight reflected half of her face that was charming, delicate and white, and half with an ugly scar.

Because the man was blocking her in front, Qin Yao had no chance to see Yueniang's face clearly. She only felt that her voice was a bit familiar, as if she had heard the same voice somewhere.

Yueniang spoke a few words to the man in the local dialect. It was clear from her tone that she was shocked, but she did not mean to deny it. She leaned half of her body to look behind the man, and her eyes widened suddenly.

Qin Yao lowered her head to soothe her growling stomach, noticed the emotion in the woman's eyes, raised her eyes, and the other woman took a deep breath.

Qin Yao finally saw Yueniang's face clearly. It was half beautiful, half devilish. And that beautiful half of her face made her squint her eyes slightly, it looked so familiar!

Yueniang suppressed the violent fluctuations in her heart and spoke to the man once or twice. The man nodded to Qin Yao and left.

Outside the house, only Qin Yao was left holding a torch and touching her belly.

There was also Yueniang, whose face was full of disbelief, and she suddenly knelt down and exclaimed: "Benefactor!"

This phrase "benefactor" opened Qin Yao's memory.

 Yuhuashan. Yin Le, a woman captured by horse bandits!

 “Are you Yin Le?” Qin Yao confirmed her identity again.

Maybe because she saw her, Yueniang was very excited. She knelt down and looked up at her, nodded, and said sadly: "It's Yueniang, and she's also Yin Le."

Qin Yao only feels that the world is full of coincidences.

She never thought that she would see the charming woman who escaped from the bandit's den again in such a situation.

Qin Yao asked her to stand up, and Yin Le stood up slowly, hiding the burned half of his face into the shadows as if fearful and concealing it, and only looking at her with the good side of his face.

Qin Yao asked in confusion: "Why did your face look like this? Where is your family?"

  She still remembered that when she was in Yuhuashan, her face was still fine.

Qin Yao has always been a special existence in Yin Le's heart. Facing her unabashed and frank inquiry, her already frozen heart suddenly hurt, and her eyes were filled with hot flashes. She hurriedly turned away, holding back the surging emotions. Mood, invite her into the house.

Yin Le had already collected his emotions when he walked into the house and lit the oil lamp.

Qin Yao put out the torch and sat down at the simple square table.

Yin Le poured her a glass of cold water and asked her if she was hungry. "Shall I heat up a bowl of porridge for you?"

 Qin Yao waved her hand, "No need."

　　Put the bag on the table, take out the buns you bought, and pour cold water on each of them.

While eating, she observed the room that could be seen at a glance. It was more than 20 square meters and contained an earthen bed, a simple wardrobe, a table and two stools.

 In the corner, a chopping board was built with wooden boards and stones, on which were placed pots, pans and other miscellaneous items, as well as a rice vat without rice.

There was a slight sound of swallowing in her ears. Qin Yao's ears focused on the source of the sound. It was Yin Le who was standing opposite her.

  The woman is much thinner than in memory, and her beautiful face is no longer there. Now half of her face is covered with scars, and the new red flesh is vaguely visible, which even looks disgusting.

Of course, people like Qin Yao who have had close contact with zombies are not included.

 She wouldn't feel much if a rotting corpse was placed in front of her, unless it stunk her.

“How have you spent the past two years?” Qin Yao divided half of the buns on her hand and handed them to her. They were stuffed with meat and were very fragrant even after they were cold.

Yin Le didn’t show any pretense. He took it and chewed it carefully, wanting the delicious food to stay for a while longer.

She hasn't eaten such fine food for a long time. She just said she wanted to heat up a bowl of white porridge for Qin Yao, but it was just a polite way of saying it.

Fortunately, Qin Yao did not nod, but instead took out the buns she had prepared and started eating them.

 Otherwise, she would probably be even more embarrassed. She didn't know where to borrow half a bowl of rice to make porridge for her benefactor in the middle of the night.